Novel & Cerita Tyrant's Eye

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

But if I took my own life…. No. I shook my head. Taking my own life meant Lurien had won, it meant Zayan would live miserably. No. I have to survive to get my revenge— The carriage lurched forward, violently throwing me off the seat. I hadn't even caught my breath when its wooden doors swung open and strong arms grabbed my arms. I was pulled out of the carriage and my breath caught in my throat at the sight before me. NOCTHRAX. A great wall that spread across acres and acres of land that you couldn't see both of its ends, the wall stood tall, strong, and ancient. Four hefty soldiers stood at its mighty black gate with gold intricate design and in its middle was our Kingdom's sacred crest.

She only thought witches have the power to appear anywhere they want but a vampire? "Sacred are you?" Zephyr muttered softly. His eyes were red, blood-red and Penelope could feel the anger exuding from his body. "My king!" Penelope mumbled. Zephyr smiled, closing the space between him and Penelope while the latter also decided to create a huge space between them by walking backward. She could see in his eyes that he wasn't in his right senses, he never was! She finally reached the wall, there was nowhere she could run. Zephyr's smile grew bigger at this, he placed his right hand on the wall and used his left hand to caress her beautiful skin.

Zach tries to tell me. “Okay, little boy, well then,” I change my tone to a more serious one and I hold his hands. “I think your father needs to reconsider who he leaves the title Alpha to. An Alpha cannot act this way, even at 4 years old. A Tyrant will lose, every single time. And the way you are acting, is the way a Tyrant behaves.” “What is a Tyrant?” Tony asks me, but Betty answers. “A tyrant is someone who will not listen to others, who believes their word is the only law and acts before thinking everything all the way through,” Betty explains, kneeling beside me, so we are both looking into our sons’ eyes.

Heather's eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes, finding Tyrone's bloodshot gaze fixed on her. His stern expression carried a hint of exasperation as he quipped, "After all those kisses, how can you still forget to breathe? You nearly suffocated." He then seized her hand forcefully and pressed it against his crotch, his intense eyes unyielding. "Can you feel it now?" he demanded. "I've been holding back for days!" His palm burned with heat, its warmth spreading through Heather's entire body. Feeling faint, Heather attempted to pull her hand away, but Tyrone held it firmly, unwilling to release her. His intense eyes bore into hers, as though they could devour her whole.

Gerald said with a wink again and started filling his plate. He couldn’t ignore the fact that he liked these two love birds. Looking at them he prayed to God to keep them united. They both looked perfect together and deserved each other. But Gerald had forgotten one thing. Evil Eye was real. It could eat up a human too easily. There were many around them who were not happy with the union. They were waiting. They were waiting for them to commit just one mistake. Just one wrong step and boom! *** “How come you are visiting me during office hours?” Ashton Garner handed Chad the wine glass, “You are the first. Everyone in my life forgot about me the moment they didn’t need me. I have done this j

The building didn't feel like a home, but rather like the headquarters of someone who could buy the government for fun. The elevator doors opened, revealing the penthouse. Xavier Beckett was waiting. He was wearing dark gray casual pants and a dark sweater with the collar half open. Like most Lycan aristocrats, his eyes had a distinctive violet hue. This morning, they looked almost silver in the sunlight streaming through the large windows. His gaze dropped to the Cartier box… then back to my face. "You've been crying." I blinked. "Rough night?" he asked quietly. "Is this your way of showing sympathy?"

She was so frustrated after seeing her again and then losing her. "Lady, who are you?" Angela asked in the dim light, "And what exactly do you expect from me?" She reflected on the situation. She then noticed something. It was initially serene, which she mistook for a breeze. She later realized it was controlled muffled crying. It was emanating from the forbidden veranda. She took a step back, shaken. The wind blew coldly against her skin, making her want to run, but as the crying became clearer, she recognized the voice.

Tyson - the one with the purple eyes. Dyrion - the one with the blue eyes and curly long hair. Erix walked over to her, and Lyra felt her heart beating so frantically against her chest as he wrapped his fingers around her neck, looking into her eyes with a blank expression that made it hard to guess what was on his mind. His red eyes were gorgeous, very gorgeous but scary at the same time. His fingers slightly tightened around her neck and she clenched her first. “If you are going to kill me,” she whispered, closing her eyes, “just get it over with.”